Beauty.

There's always something beautiful,

In every facet of life,

If only we would stop and think, 

And not surround our self in strife.

There'll always be things that are bothersome, 

And things that'll get us down,

Doesn't matter what age or race you belong to,

There's plenty of worry to go around.

Yet it's in the madness and cacophony of life as is

That we've got to make way for the smiles,

For little bursts of sunlight and laughter,

Through wilderness that'll run through miles.

It's about being in love no matter the obstacles, 

And loving without being scared

It's about doing things for someone you love,

Regardless of who else cares.

It's about looking into one's soul in wonder,

With all the strength that's there,

And marvel at the steadiness of your own heart ,

When all in the world's not fair

Because beauty isn't something

That you want to just look at with your eyes

It's the feeling that'll fully engulf you

When you hear the phoenix cry. 

(Poem dedicated to my resilient Mom.)